a rainy walk through leaves will cure almost anything
only the gentlest hands can brush away tears
...within invisible walls of dreams, we live a life that might have been...
I get mixed up with the life we led and the life I imagined
deprived of magic, wonder wanes
my heart, sometimes singing in the afternoon, the most haunting song of solitude
I took you to that windy hill where stars on every side fall away
You are perfect and have no synonym